Monday, July 11, 2011

Getting Near the End

My story is drawing to an end. I haven't decided yet, but I might not add the ending here. You might have to wait for the book to come out to read the ending.
And once the book comes out I might be sending it to a few people to review for me.
If you would like to review my book let me know by emailing me at
The name of the story will be changing. Nothing is in stone yet.
Hang in here with me as I work out all the loose screws.

I do thank everyone who has be reading and following along my journey has this story is being written.
I hope you all buy the book once it's out. It will include How Much DO You Love Her? and much more.
Thank you all!

How Much Do you Love Her?


"Mathew I love you
with all my heart.
Even if I'm not here
know we're never really apart."

Mathews eyes watered.
He pulled her into his embrace.
He whispered " I love you",
then looked back into her face.

Clair was gone.
She was human no more.
Mathew grabbed his shotgun
and ran for the door.

She groaned in pain
as she pulled herself up to all fours.
She moaned as she started
to crawl across the floor.

Friday, July 1, 2011

How Much Do You Love Her?


The warm May day
was now turning into
a very cold night.
This gave Mathew a fright.

"I can smell your skin."
Clair said in a small voice.
" I can smell your blood
and your skin looks so moist."

"It's hard to fight Mathew.
I wanna give in.
When will this end Mathew

Clair was getting mad.
She felt the rage and the heat.
Her mouth was watering.
She could just about taste meat.

Monday, June 27, 2011

How Much Do You Love Her?


He throw his arms
around her
and kissed her on the forehead.
He would stay with her
until she was dead.

But he didn't want
to think of that.
He didn't want that to happen.
He loved her too much.
Losing her felt like a stomach punch.

Clair's arm was now completely rotted.
The skin around the bone was green
and almost gone.

Mathew could feel the heat
radiating from Clair's skin.
On eye was already green.
They were now near the end.

Friday, June 24, 2011

I'm a huge Slacker

Okay I know I'm the worst. I have been going going going for the past three weeks. Moving is hard work. But we are getting settled down and back to some sort of normal.
In the mean time this is a picture of my new hair! It's darker than before. I love it.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Come Back soon

My family and I have been moving into a new house in forest park Georgia. Sorry about the lack of writing. I miss it a lot, but I have a lot going on this end. I hope you all are waiting on the next installment. It will be coming soon!

Friday, June 10, 2011

So sorry

SO I haven't written anything in over a week. I'm blocked and dealing with some family issues right now all found at if you care to hear about it all.
I'm trying really hard to push something out. But I don't wanna write if I know it's not going to be my best
Please deal with my flaky self right now.

Friday, June 3, 2011

How Much Do You Love Her?


Mathew came down
carring his gun and some water,
a few bags of chips
and anything else he could gather.

He sat down next to Clair,
things has gotten worse than they seem.
He looked into Clair's eyes
which were already turning green.

He felt a pain
in his chest,
his heart was breaking, he would have to,
it would be for the best.

" I don't feel good Mathew.
It hurts and I'm so hot."
Mathew's eyes started to water.
She is all that he's got.

"It's happening, isn't it?" asked Clair.
"I think so,
but don't think of that now,
just keep your voice low."

There was knocking at the basement windows.
They could hear their moans.
Mathew started to move, when Clair said,
"Don't leave me alone."


" Write something worth reading or do something worth writing."

OK I said I would post some another installment today and I am. It's short this time. I have been doing more reading than writing here lately. I have also been thinking about how I wanted to end this story. Then I keep changing how I wanna it to end.
I keep putting myself to both characters place. When I put myself in Mathews place I want it to end one way and with Clair I want it to end another.
SO I guess I'll have to just keep writing and see where it takes me.
This story has kinda took on a life of it's own. It controls my dreams. I swear like every night there's a zombie somewhere in my dreams.
And during the day that notebook I write in haunts me. I'll be playing with my daughter and look over to see it just setting there, staring at me.
Okay enough blabbing from me.
Have a great weekend everyone!

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Possible Book Cover

This is a quick drawing I did last night. I'm liking the heart the most.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Every Friday

Ok so with all the trouble I have been having, I have wrote something. Not much but it's a step. I decided I need to push myself more. So there will be an installment this Friday and every Friday after until I done with this story. I wanna be done by Christmas. I say by Christmas because I wanna publish an Ebook and I want it out by Christmas for everyone to buy.
Don't worry it will be cheap. I don't think my work is that good, so I'm not going to try and make a load of money off it. I just want my work out there for people to read and keep forever.
My all time goal is to publish a real book one day. This is just the steps I'm taking to get there.
I thank you for follow my journey, as boring as it might be. Thank You.

Monday, May 30, 2011


So I know you're looking for another installment of How Much Do You Love Her? But I haven't wrote anymore. I'm kinda blocked. I feel I need to do some more research. Maybe a few hours of zombie movies. Or many some something, I don't know. I'm feeling really uninspired.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

How Much Do You Love Her?

"We must hide
some place safe.
Go to the basement,
I'll grab my shot gun
just in case."

Clair hurries to the basement
leaving Mathew to get supplies.
He grabbed things they needed
all while thinking, "what if she dies?"

The basement was dark
and kinda cold.
It smelled of old boxes
and a little mold.

They need light
so Clair went around
lit some candles then
went to the corner to set down.

Even in the cold
she felt very hot.
Her whole body ashed now.
She tried to relax
as much as her body would allow.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

How Much Do You Love Her?

He ran to her side.
She fell into his arms.
Clair felt at peace,
but Mathew knew they were in harm.

He broke out of her embrace
to the T.V. he went
flipped on the power
and that was when reality hit.

"They are all over,
killing everyone.
They are sick and twisted
and could turn you into one.

With just one bite
your blood will begin to boil.
Your skin will begin to rot.
Your eyes will turn green,
then you are no longer yourself
for you will be to mean."

The words repeated
in Clair's head,
"just one bite".
She turned to Mathew
with tears in her eyes.
He looked down at her arm
and a piece of his heart died.

"It was Paul
from next door.
He looked so sick,
Then into my fresh his teeth tore. "

He grabbed her shoulders
pulling her into him.
Tears rolled down his face.
What was now going to happen to them?

Monday, May 23, 2011

How Much Do You Love Her?

"I heard the news about the plant.
I'm on my way home,
lock all the doors,
and stay by the phone."

She did as he said,
locked all the doors.
She looked down at her arm
and fell to the floor.

It looked really bad,
blood pouring out of her arm.
Pain radiating from the bite.
Her heart pounding like an alarm.

She pulled herself up.
Mathew's on his way.
She just wanted to be in his arms
and to know everything was okay.

She set back down.
Then there was movement at the door.
Fear struck her heart,
she slid back across the floor.

Her pulse was racing,
A scream was caught in her throat,
in stepped Mathew,
in stepped her hope.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Harder than I thought I would be.

Writing this story is become harder than I thought it would be. This is the 1st time I have tried to write a whole story in poetry form. I love writing poetry and I'm some what good at it, but this is a whole different thing. I have found it hard to finish. I have found it hard to add the emotion I am wanted to add to this story. I want to express the pain and love between the two people in this story. I'm finding it easy to continue with the story it's self. I never knew it would be so hard to just add emotion.
They story as harmless as it seems is also taking a toll on my sleep. I have found myself the pass two nights have nightmares about zombies. They aren't too scary, but they are enough to wake me up and feel uneasy. Like last night I was dreaming about water zombies. Somehow where I was living had flooded and zombies where living in the water. The scariest part was my daughter fell into the water. I wake up right after she fell, but I just couldn't sleep anymore after that.
I had no idea just writing a story would do this to me. But it's not going to stop me. I will finish this story.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

How Much Do you Love Her?

Something looked wrong.
She hurried to the window.
He seemed to be hurt.
His clothes were covered with dirt.

She flung open the window
with a shocked look in her eyes.
She took one look at Paul
and started to cry,

"What happened?
Are you okay?
Can I get you something?
Maybe somewhere to lay?"

He moaned in pain
and grabbed her arm.
Clair with tears in her eyes
had no idea she was in harm.

With one quick movment
her flesh was in his mouth.
In a matter of of seconds
she felt the pain.
The tears from her eyes began to rain.

A scream rang out
into the warm May day.
The pain rained over her body
as pulled her arm away.

Slamming the window shut.
Head spinning with fear.
Inside screaming that
she had to get away from here.

Locking the window
and the back door,
she looked at her arm,
never before seeing so much gore.

Skin ripped open
and through all the blood
she could almost see the bone.
Just then she heard the ring of the phone.

Rushing through the house
She reached the phone.
It was Mathew on the other end,
"Honey You Gotta Come Home!"

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

How Much Do You Love Her?

Mathew sipped his coffee,
Clair made pancakes.
They went about their blissful morning
not knowing the turn the day was going to make.

Paul lived next door
without a wife.
He worked at the plant
and on this day, lost his life.

Kissing his wife good-bye,
Mathew went to work,
not knowing that just right outside
the danger lurked.

Clair went about her moring,
sweeping, washing, and mopping.
Then out of no where, from the kitchen window
she heard a slight knocking.

She went to the kitchen
to see Paul from next door.
What was he doing?
He wasn't suppose to be home until after four.

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Sunday, May 15, 2011

How Much Do You Love Her? The Beginning.

In a small little town
lived a quit little couple,
in a cozy little house.
They knew nothing of the trouble
that was brewing in the next town over.

In a big old nuclear plant
happened a big loud blast.
Out exploded a huge mushroom cloud
and a nuclear waste poured out fast.

Some people got away,
others weren't that lucky.
The wasted covered their bodies
and they began to turn into something really yucky.

Their skin started to burn,
brains began to turn.
Their eyes went green
and their attitude went mean.

About Dreams From My Pen

I created this blog to explore my creativity. I wanted to place to explore my writing and push myself.
A big inspiration to me is Edgar Allen Poe. I have wrote poems and short stories, but I wanted to combined this too passions and wrote a a story in poetry form.
This story I will be posting, bits and pieces and chapters at a time. It's a romantic, zombie, horror. I'm not sure where it will go and how it will end. And you get to follow my journey into the world of my dreams, my mind, my psyche.
Thank you for reading and I do enjoy and welcome comments, good or bad. I want to expand my talent ( at least I think it's a talent I might be wrong, that's what I'm here to learn. ).